Due to circumstances...

Here's a pic of a future heroine in lieu of a flash scene, shapeshifter lovers. 

I hope the New Year 2013 is treating you right.  

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Drat Those Lying Mayans!

Two goats sprawled on a flat rock high atop a mountain overlooking a tree-blanketed valley. They chewed spindly grass and watched the sun go down. As the last ray faded from the sky, one of the goats went, “Maaahhhhh.”

This, translated from the mountain goat, means “shit.”

The other goat shifted. Still chewing, he asked his companion, “What’s up with you?”

The first goat swallowed and shifted. He hugged his knees to his chest and stared morosely at the spot where the sun had disappeared. “The world never ended. We’re still here.”

“I told you not to believe that Mayan prophesy. When have they ever been right about anything? Let me guess: you didn’t bother to pay your car insurance.” He shook his head. “Jeez, Stan. You didn’t really think the world would end, did you?”

“Well, I was kind of hoping, after … ” Stan trailed off.

After years of observing Stan’s many evasive maneuvers, Bradley had his shorter-horned brother pretty neatly pegged. “After what? What did you do?”

“Uh … ”

“Is it worse than car insurance? Do you need bail money?”

“It’s nothing like that. You know that Mrs. Wembly, the widow down in the valley?”

“The cougar?”

“She prefers puma. Well, everybody swore up and down the world was going into the toilet, so—”

“Dude. You didn’t.”

“Why not? It’s not like I expected to ever see her again. And she’s got experience, y’know? It could have been my last time ever. I didn’t want it ending up a fumble fest.”

“Dude! She’s old enough to be our mom!”

“She’s not that old. Sure, she’s no spring kid, but jeez. It’s not like I could’ve knocked her up. Anyway, she’s the one who agreed to it. I didn’t force her to. The hard part was trying to leave. She kept clawing at me."

“Dude!”

“Yeah? So what did you do for your last day on earth?”

“Not much. Went down to Talbot’s Peak and wandered around town. Sat on a bench in the park. Ate a hot dog. What? I wanted to see what meat tasted like. Assuming there’s any real meat in a hot dog.”

“Couldn’t land any real action, huh?”

“I wasn’t looking for ‘any real action.’ I never believed the world would end.”

“Which is why you ate a hot dog. Right.”

Somewhere below, an owl hooted. From out of the dark rose the scream of a hunting cat. A large, tremendously frustrated cat.

Stan leaped to his feet. Bradley snickered. “Nervous?”

“No! I’m just, you know, it’s getting dark and all. Too hard to see the trail. We should head back.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Mrs. Wembly will give up trying to find you eventually.”

“One more word, Brad, and the world will end for you. I guarantee it.”

Be Careful What You Wish For

Gil looked out the window into his backyard.  Snowflakes fell adding another inch to the growing whiteness covering the lawn.  Hours earlier, he and Melody, his newest conquest, played in the hot tub until they stripped naked and got down to business.  Problem was his shorts and Melody’s bikini froze to the steps as the temperature outside the tub cooled and the water turned to ice.  Gil’s teeth still chattered and with each burst of wind that rattled the windows, he chaffed his arms. 

A sneezed sounded from the guest bedroom down the hall.  Another followed.  A hoarse bark sound and Melody’s raspy voice called out.  “Gil, Rascal needs more water and so do I.”  

Gil sighed.  He pulled his oversized sweatshirt back on and stuffed his sock covered feet back into his Sherpa lined slippers.  His two sizes too big sweatpants hung on in comical ways.  The ass and crotch area hung past his knees.  The waistband tie was knotted twice to keep the pants even up near where they were supposed to be and not up under his armpits. The arms of his sweat shirt almost draped over his hands until his fingers barely stuck out.  Gil began shuffling down the hall, muttering as he did.

Another voice called out, this one deeper and masculine.  “Come on boy, I need some water too.  And food would be nice.”

Great, Bruno was awake.  Gil shook his head and muttered more, making sure every word was only loud enough for his ears.  How in nuts near nirvana had he ended up with a grizzly bear shape shifter bodyguard and two squirrely half-bred mutts as his back up?  All Gil had gotten out of him so far was Lou had called in a favor some New Jersey shape shifter godfather owed him.  Gil didn’t want to know what was owed by whom to whom.  Enough screwy threats had come whizzing his way since he’d taken over as mayor of the Peak.  If back up and cover helped so be it.  Gil would appoint Bruno assistant deputy mayor if it got folks off Gil’s back and let him tend bar along with waiting tables at Rattigan’s without a bunch of shit getting stirred up.

Two sneezes sounded, followed by a third.  Gil caught his reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall outside his bedroom.  His hair stood-up all over his head.  Two days’ worth of beard crisscrossed his cheeks and chin.  And his blood shot eyes glowed in another worldly way.  Shifters weren’t supposed to get sick.  Problem was animal viruses didn’t follow conventional dictates.  The third sneeze echoed in Gil’s ears.  He hated being sick.  Who was gonna nursemaid him?

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Once again I post late.  Sorry readers and followers!  I'm still getting back into gear with the release of Hot for Torrey on Wednesday and a new month and year.  I needed time to catch-up with my Spice Family and focus on projects on the home front as well as writing one. 

I'm hard at work on three new stories.  Two of which take place in Cascade Bay.  Both are menages.  The third is about second chances at love with a middle aged couple who are thrust back together by a quirky wise-cracking deity of Celtic origins.  

Remember to take care of you and your spice and loves.  Share a good book or two with each other.  Keep warm and remember a new year and new books make a great start to rest and relaxation and keeping those resolutions!

Smiles,

SOLARA

Wishes for 2013

So I found this little gem of a picture over at the Shapeshifter Seductions facebook page...couldn't you just scoop that little one up and give kisses galore?  Yep, I would so not make a good K9 cop.  I can just hear the Captain now...

"What the bleep did you do to your bleeping partner?  You don't kissy bleeping smoochy on a police dog.  You praise him for ripping the bleeping bleep out of the bad guys...hey, does your dog have a paunch?  Mother bleeping, bleep...get a new job!"

And so kiddies, that is why Serena Shay is a writer...NOT a K9 cop.  :D

My muse, of course, had other ideas about what to do with cutie patooty German Shepard's...

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Nick looked out over the bullpen, wondering which one of his employees would make a good TP Lupa.  Would the timid little mouse in the corner take time out from chewing her hair to give good advice?  Could he trust the ass-kissing pooch smiling and waving from the copy machine or the Bullwinkle directly in front of him watching, lordy, moose hunting videos on Taltube?  Shouldn’t that be considered a snuff film and how the hell had it gotten on the town’s video site anyway?

“Scat,” He mumbled, frustrated with the whole damn group of so called reporters.  He wanted his love to take over the advice column since she was so damn smart and empathic.  Ziva, of course, had a different idea for her “career” as she put it and if the twinge on his ass was anything to go by…she meant business.  Double rulers and a stern lecture on why it was in his best interest that she be satisfied with her career made for Nick’s Happy New Year!

“Woof…ohmygawd, ohmygawd.” 

Nick smiled as he walked away from his office.  Ah good, Ziva was here and apparently had found her gift.  He may not be able to get her to take on another job at work, but he was able to ferret out her secret wish.  He’d have never guessed she wanted her very own puppy…especially one typically used in K9 units.  “He likes you,” he said, watching her rolling around her office floor with the wiggly little beast.

“Nicky…how did you…”

“Know?  I wasn’t that far gone when you whispered your secret wish in my ear on New Year’s.”

“Why now?”

Nick looked from Ziva to the pup and smiled.  “I was thinking maybe we could, you know, practice.”

“Practice?”  The gleam in her eyes spoke volumes.  “Practice is good.  I think I’ll name him Nick Jr.”

“Ziva.” Nick warned, while crouching down to scratch the little wiggler behind the ears.

“No?  Well then, maybe we could come up with something together…”

“That sounds like a plan.” 
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May all of your New Year's wishes come true!


Serena

Wednesday Rambles

Happy 2013, Shape Shifter lovers! Not much of a blog today. I was checked out for most of December because I got totally obsessed with a new master plot idea for my Hunt Lords stories. I had planned on self-pubing a Christmas story and putting out a book of short stories for Talbot’s Peak but none of that happened, all because I saw an article on Lightning Ridge black opals. I have been picking through the 3 working manuscripts that I have going for the Hunt Lords, inserting bits and pieces of this new plot idea.


This is major, mainly because once I expanded these stories from short stories into full-length novels, I realized there really wasn’t any driving reason for these shape shifting elves and dark fae to be bouncing all over the known universe chasing after each other. In short, the stories were kind of dry. We’ll see if this new angle ups the interest level. If so, maybe I’ll finally be comfortable submitting the new manuscripts. In the meantime, I need to post something—preferably not just rambling apologies/excuses. So here are some funny animal pictures.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! ~ Preview of Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

New Year 2013 greetings, shapeshifter lovers.

I'm debuting my cover art...finally! And, for your enjoyment here's a recently edited *X-RATED* chapter from my very first SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS erotic romance novel.

Blurblet ~

COMING SOON ~ A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses. Two shapeshifter cowboys who have decided she is their one woman. That's only the beginning...
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Chapter Seventeen:
Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed.

Sherilyn almost believed she dreamed. Dontoya thrust inside her pussy, his cock so powerful, she shivered inside. Never had she felt so much like a woman.

He forced her pussy walls to stretch, to take his thick cock as he tenderly plunged deeper. Sherilyn had never enjoyed sex more.

She keened moans of pure pleasure as Dontoya possessed her with a dominance natural to him--obvious in every move he made, obvious in the languid prowess of his body against hers.

Never had she wanted to give herself more to a man.

Dontoya not only took her with his big bold cock, but handled her with care, both emotionally and physically. Her heart swelled with gratitude, and Sherilyn hoped like hell he would continue caring for her this way.

Dontoya, she sang inside her mind. God help her, but the feel of his fine, fine ass was driving her insane with lust. She undulated, matching his slow primal strikes inside her.

"Easy, darlin'," he hoarsely whispered. "Let me do the work this time."

Surprised, Sherilyn slitted her eyes. His smoke-hot gaze met hers, then devoured her face as if he'd found some sort of long-sought heaven.

With a strong thrust of his cock, he pinned her to the bed. "Give me your wrists."

Sherilyn shuddered inside at his command, one that promised more pleasure. He caressed his palms from her head, and she relinquished his perfectly sculpted ass.

After raising her hands high above her head, Dontoya slid his work-calloused hands along her arms. Damn, but he turned her on--got her juices flowing faster than light speed.

He anchored himself on his elbows, and circled his thumbpads on the sensitive skin of her wrists. Sherilyn heaved ragged breaths. Her pussy convulsively clenched his cock, or tried. With his size, she wondered if he felt the small spasms.

As he lowered his head, his gaze scorched her. She trembled when his mouth brushed over hers. He nibbled slow kisses on her lips, the corners, the bottom fullness of her mouth--along the curve of her upper lip.

God, she loved it.

Even as Sherilyn marveled at his endurance as a lover, Dontoya captured both of her wrists in one hand. He forced her arms higher, his claim primitive. Obvious.

At the same time, the searing heat of his lips sparked sensations through her. His *take all the time in the world* kisses sensually tortured more than her mouth.

No, she sizzled down to her belly, all while his buried cock kept her wild with need. He tightened his grip on her wrists, and her clit jerked.

The jolt of near-pain pleasure was unexpected, and Sherilyn quaked inside. Never had she imagined this delicious intensity, not in her wildest fantasies.

"Dontoya," escaped on the rush of her breath, once his lips hovered above hers.

"You belong to me."

His raspy growl owned her. To her core, Sherilyn knew he didn't mean just for the good-time moment.

He claimed her as a man claimed a woman.

His woman.

She could hardly believe this happened. Dazed, yet on fire, red-hot with want, she whimpered.

"Darlin', I'm about to make you explode all nice and slow and fierce beneath me."

Oh, God, yes.

She didn't voice it, but so many men, so many similar promises. None delivered.

Okay, she hadn't been with that many men...but, oh, please.

"Promise." The word escaped before she had a chance to stop it.

"Widen those beautiful thighs of yours."

His command and his praise of her, flashed like sexy lightning through her. Sherilyn eased her legs apart, his hand guiding her.

"That's it, darlin'."

Tremors of anticipation filled her womb as he sensually caressed her hip and thigh--as his eyes blazed to a fiery bronze, his gaze penetrating her.

"Promise," he roughly purred.

He fused their mouths, his kiss long moments of exquisite plunder. Then his tongue masterfully slipped between her lips, tangling with hers.

The sultry embrace of his tongue coaxed Sherilyn into complete surrender. Her pussy throbbed, molten, his to do with as he pleased.

Nearly mindless, unable to do anything else, she rocked her hips. Still lanced to the bed with his heavy cock, her mound pushed against his groin, the sensation highly erotic.

God, she adored the feeling of being his sex captive--another surprise to her.

He nipped her bottom lip, then used his strength to halt her undulations. "No, darlin'."

With a possessive rumble, he planted his elbow and raised above her a few inches. He withdrew his hard, hard cock only to lunge deep inside her.

With a power she craved and loved, he drove inside her. First to the hilt, then his shaft plunged inside her pussy. Over and over.

Over and over again. God, could she ever get enough?

Sherilyn continued basking in his slow yet forceful thrusts. No wonder women wanted him.

After she cast aside a pang of jealousy, she succumbed to her orgasmic excitement. Surging like a tidal wave, pleasure-pain rolled from the top of her mound  to her clit. "Oh, God, Dontoya."

Ecstasy filled her, emanating from the steady strong glide of his cock--by how he constantly stretched her pussy walls. The next instant, Sherilyn flew, mindlessly soaring...and gone, slipping within a new realm of bliss.

She heard his beastly groan as he speared to her core. With a strong arch his back, he spilled his cum.

"Sherilyn, mate. My mate."

When he let go of her wrists, then tenderly crushed her beneath him, Sherilyn swore no other man had ever felt this good, this fine.

Certainly, no man's cock ever possessed her with such continued virility.

A tiny voice punished her with "he should have worn a condom...what about disease?" Sherilyn dismissed it quickly, her ability to be logical rescuing her.

Hell, she'd been as good as dead. If Zance could heal her with his magic wolf juice...and since they'd both gone to great lengths caring for her, she doubted Dontoya would have done anything to harm her.

Lost in clouds of rapture, Sherilyn combed her fingers though his long, silky smooth hair. He began to rise, and she murmured, "No...please. You feel wonderful."

"He does, does he?"

She started at Zance's already familiar twang.

"I'm not hurting her, am I, pard?" Dontoya asked once he'd swung his gaze toward Zance and raised his chest from her.

At that moment, it smacked her like an icy snowball in the face. She'd lost control of her life, her entire life, just like she'd lost control now, surrendering beneath Dontoya.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" Zance asked. "Is me being here botherin' you?"

Well, double-dare hell, what did she say to that? Given the sheer immensity of the life changes she faced, Sherilyn didn't have a clue what she was feeling...not exactly.

"Take that big breeder of yours outta her. I need to check her eyes. She smells fine, though."

With the latent grace of a big cat, Dontoya tenderly withdrew his cock. He planted a sweet kiss on her mouth, then rolled from her, and off the bed.

"She needed," he began.

"Yeah, pard, I know. Her female emotions are raw, and her hormones are doublin' fast now."

Doubling fast now!...what the 'f'? Yeah, what the fuck? Because that's what they both want. To fuck me senseless.

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~ Have a Magickal and Miraculous New Year ~ 

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~